Scratching, scraping, gnawing, gaping,
Clawing at your wounded soul.
Eyes of red are wide and staring,
Drowning in a pit of coal.
Fingernails of rotting brown,
Digging deep into the ground.
Horror pulses through you veins,
Unlike calmness that she feigns.
Beating heart and rubber bones,
Heaviness of massive stones.
Up, and up, and up you fly,
Climbing higher in the sky.
Released from your leaden shackles,
Filled with screams and gleeful cackles.
Soaring through the chilly air,
Catching stardust in your hair.
Soaking up the feel of freedom,
Searching for your long lost kingdom.
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